Louis "Lou" Gagliardi / Ash Franzetti / Alex 'Ace' Maddox / Tegan Ainsley / Taryn Amita / Diana / gothickitteh / ashkat724 / Lynn Brooks / @acekatt - #T R A M S _ C R O W _ F U N D *buys 12 iPads* "Anyone got $600 they can spare?" *spits on cancer patient*

Oh no! Louis deleted his Twitter account! What's the reason this time?


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Lou is now my favourite cow on this site bar none. It's just the sheer quantity of content he puts out along with its consistent quality. Maybe only CWC at his peak can compete for the sheer avalanche of crazy/stupid that comes from Lou's social media accounts. He never ever stops. Every morning I can wake up, check his thread, and there will be multiple pages of fresh entertainment from where I left off, even if it was the previous evening. The likes of Spoony or Kevin Gibes sometimes go quiet or tweet about mundane things, but Lou is stuck on 100% manchild 100% of the time.

And Lou is, ultimately, harmless. Many cows are dangers to other people or animals, but the worst Lou does is scam money from his simps, and they give him money voluntarily. All the information on who Lou is is easily available with the most basic research, so I don't see the people giving Lou money as victims - many of them are as weird and awful as he is. The only person Lou ever really harms is himself, so there's no guilt in encouraging him or hoping he continues to bless us with his hilarious blend of arrogance, selfishness and stupidity. He's like a cartoon character - he never changes, never learns from pratfall after pratfall and come the next episode everything is reset and he begins again as if nothing had happened.

You're not worthless Lou, you're better entertainment than any film I've seen this year.
 
If anything, Lou is an excellent case study on how much scambux you can make just by putting some progressive buzzwords in your Twitter bio. If I didn't have any dignity left, I might've taken it on as a side-hustle already.
It's tempting. It's really tempting. Like, yeah, I'll take Undertale Guy's money. And spend it on drugs.
 
If I didn't have any dignity left, I might've taken it on as a side-hustle already.
Careful - one sip of the twisted chalice, and you'll realize how much money you can make doing fetish art commissions provided you slog through one or two Andrew Loomis books' worth of construction / anatomy. And once you peer past that veil, the dignity's hard to ever reclaim. For what indeed could be worse than Lou, but those who sustain on his insatiable need for coom?

It's actually quite interesting to talk to fetish artists about their clash between what they draw to survive and what their artistic ambitions actually are - and you'll note the unhinged ones are the ones that have no real qualms about their trade.
 
Didn't see anyone catch this one:
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Bed sore/blood clot saga please

More being disgusting with Nitrofox
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Meh, I am more counting on him losing all of his limbs due to his addiction to food. Then being forced into a nursing home after eating himself into a state of that guy in Metallica’s One. He will cry for death, but it will be denied to him.
Now that's just a wacky Monty Python skit.

Some of the things lou's dead mother could be saying while 'drunk' that are stupid:

Where's your rent money?
Why are you eating all the food in the house?
When are you going to clean your room?
When are you going to get a job?


Damn......there are just sooo many.
 
I haven't wanted to say anything for fear of jinxing shit, but Lou is going to nail a new personal best speedrun record. Less than 4 pages to go and it's only been 23 days. This is peak Lou performance.
I just hope it happens before I go to bed. I'd hate to wake up tomorrow and be on page 702 or something.
 
Took the liberty to archive and screencap twits from today I haven’t seen here yet.


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Good news everyone! Lou got his popcorn maker. The spray butter and pop will no doubt an excellent edition to the diet of a type two diabetic. :)

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Don’t worry yinz guys!!

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Some haram from one of the usual three simps.

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Ha ha mama gags is a booze hound!

EDIT: oops, forgot to link the archives, I’m a baby forgive me.
If Lou was my kid, I'd be hitting much harder stuff than booze.

There's something about his behavior that seems like as if he's in a small town middle school still and is desperately trying to act cool by being all "edgy" and combative with people in ways that seem very poorly timed. It's as if he perceives himself to be surrounded by schoolyard bullies and is trying to "preemptively" show he's dominant, smarter than everyone else, "cooler" than everyone else, etc.. like he's in some 80s high school sitcom and he has to beat the flat-topped Chad in high tops and win the Hawt Cheerleader Girl after the 3pm bell rings.

He also has a habit of following cringe online fads, like the fedora tipping brony stuff when he was in college-- he seems susceptible to following whatever fad is "cool" at this moment. Yes, I sound like I'm dating myself, but Lou himself grew up in a portion of the 80s. Nowadays one has to tr00n out, be oh-so-disabled and be the Queerest of Them All to be "woke" instead of yesteryear's "cool".

While it's probably not unusual for a teenager to act like this, he should be at the point where he doesn't give a sh--t anymore. Even by the time he was in college, he was already in his mid 20s and should have been well over that phase by that point. Most people 18+ who enroll at a Catholic college would know better than to spurge out about how much one hates the Catholic religion. It would be like going to a Steelers game and bragging about what an Eagles fan you were, Lou-- or even worse, that you think US football is a joke and that soccer is "the real football".

Thinking about the college blogs, he seemed to try WAY too hard to chum up to certain professors, to appear edgy, to get attention, to proclaim how intelligent his was, to stir up controversy in order to gain attention.

Even his constant ragging on his mom seem like the way in which a typical adolescent would criticize their mother. Once you're pushing 40, you either accept a large part of your parents' shortcomings and rarely bring them up, or you just stop contacting them almost entirely just to keep your own sanity.
It would be interesting to hear what his former classmates remember about him, or what his drug addled brother thinks.

Rant about going to elementary school in the 80s/90s: [/SPOILER] Incidentally, I grew up during the same time period as Lou, familiar with PA school system. We were among the first generation of kids that had "individualized education programs" thanks to the "Americans with disabilities act". While a lot of truly disabled kids benefitted from this in public school, there were a TON of fully capable kids and parents who MILKED this to the max. I remember a sizable number of my "special needs" peers getting away with the most egregious behavior and horrific grades while us "normies" had to toil and act obedient. Teachers I knew also saw the same phenomenon, and/or had their hands tied due to this. Some of us kids, if we were half dyslexic, barely passing math, would just get shamed into working harder by our parents and teachers because we didn't have that magic "diagnosis" and "IEP". The kids with the "diagnoses" got away with doing very little and their parents would fight like animals if the teachers showed any disapproval to their precious babies. While a ton of kids have legit issues, many munchie type parents abuse the system to get special privileges at school as well as SSDI. I wonder if Lou is evidence of what happens when "special needs" are exaggerated to the point where children are too coddled to function in the adult world
 
I hope somebody replies with this.

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This is the neatest handwriting I've ever seen from Lou. Too bad he can't use his fancy pencils to write neatly on his ads or posts. Or you know, type it out so people can read it using one of his many electronic devices, several of which have easy, free options to type out text on photos.

Lots of excuses to not get out of bed.

Getting up for water is exercise and a hassle, can't have that. Replace it with pop so I can have flavor and not move. I'll just ask my alcoholic bitch of a mother to carry it all up here for me. Also, getting up is just too risky in general. Must stay in bed forever it's definitely safer here. Please send money so I can have nurses flip me over once in a while, please yinz guys? Also I need an iPad for when I'm on my left side, a Chromebook for when I'm on my back as it sits on my belly the best, and a gaming laptop for when I'm on my stomach. I really don't want to ask but I also need a windows machine for when I'm on my right side, nothing is mandatory but I really need the help.
 

Mere minutes after devouring his standard fare, four servings of Italian food, Louis could stand the gnawing pain of hunger no longer as the growling from his stomach begun to rattle the furniture of his room. With a powerful yell, he musters the energy he had stored away for the day's use to do but a single sit-up, only to reach a quarter of the way before his muscles fatigued from atrophy and he collapses onto his bed once more, opting to roll off instead.

The joints and muscles crunching after days without use, Louis stands as the linoleum of the floor deforms underneath him, empty bottles of soda and scattered popcorn kernels rolling down where he stood. The nubs of his feet which used to be toes, sticking out from his blobby soles like marshmallows stuck to a ball, wriggle in anticipation as Louis prepares. He raises his foot, shuddering from the exertion, only to lead into a grave miscalculation, stepping onto a pile of bodily fluids--sweat, tears, and the results of the day's art haul--mixed with spilled ketchup and discarded soda. The descent begins.

His leg sweeping upwards being the fastest movement Louis had done in years, raising above ankle-height from angle alone, Louis's scream is interrupted by the involuntary and guttural roar of the gas from his stomach releasing in a belch, the mixture of sounds bouncing off the walls of his room for the entire duration of his fall. Mimicking the awesome and horrifying motion of a falling tree, Louis's fall was a slow affair, his swan song to the world. As he hears the air wooshing past his ears, his matted, greasy hair which would otherwise be frozen in place gently sways from the wind. Feeling his organs slowly being squished from the centrifugal force alone, Louis's eyes widen into an empty, dead despair.

His vision begins to ghost, after-images of the objects around him forming a blur as gravity finally takes hold and pulls his body downward as his burping yell from earlier continues to echo into his ears. Falling for what felt like minutes, he finally reaches the floor. A story below and on opposite ends of the house, the shaking and rumbling from the impact alerts his mother, who briefly looks up from her taxes to observe the rubble breaking away from the ceiling before returning to her duties after a quick swig from her vodka bottle, already half-empty. As Louis lays upon the floor, every one of his senses attempt to process what had just unfolded. His vision producing spotty flashes, his ears ringing in response to the force while still recovering from the loud belch from earlier, and his sense of balance causing his entire body to tingle in shock. With no intent behind his actions, Louis exhales in a grunt seconds later. He wobbles instinctually, the same reflex as a turtle stuck on its shell, attempting to stand up once more, while unable to feel the mystery liquid which caused this event sticking to his back due to the layers of fat insulating his sense of touch.

After a few wobbles, the thin layer of muscles suffocated by his blubber finally give out as he is unable to will them to move any longer. Forced to rest until he could regain his energy, Louis lets out one, final groan in frustration which transforms into a slight gurgle as he spits up a mixture of spaghetti sauce and diet Coca-cola before ingesting it yet again. If he had any feeling in his arms, he would use the rest of his strength to cross them as he stewed in his rage. Grimacing, Louis's face relaxes slightly as he already begins to form a new grift idea off of which had just unfolded. The corners of his mouth twitch reflexively. "Finally," he thinks to himself, "I know how I'll get iPad #14."
 
Louie's mom drinks because her 37 year old son is a worthless piece of shit who does nothing to justify his continued existence, and won't even help out around the house or pay rent.
And can you really blame her? She sounds like a shithead too, but she's caring for a disabled partner and a (autistic?) grandson.

That's far above and beyond anything Lou has every contributed to the world. All Lou cares about is his next shiney toy and carb loaded meal.
 
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Didnt see anyone catch it, but it looks like they went DFE mode again and are planning on switching handles, again. Spin the wheel!
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Tweeted about wishing people would stop acting like it's possible to cure mental illness, as well as apparently deciding to sell ALL of their apple stuff for $400 total in desperation.
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Lou is proving that one does not need to be female in order to be a Drama Queen. He also is proving that some of them men can be bitches, too.
 
Didnt see anyone catch it, but it looks like they went DFE mode again and are planning on switching handles, again. Spin the wheel!
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wow That is some earth shattering lack of self identity. And them disjointed flow on sentences where Lou is banging his fat head against the wall trying to come up with more interesting facts about himself creep me out.

Also Lou’s transphobic dead family causing him to detransition is a new one I think. Was it making him get a haircut?
 
Didnt see anyone catch it, but it looks like they went DFE mode again and are planning on switching handles, again. Spin the wheel!
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Sounds like the grift bucks have dried up. Poor Lou :smug: , people have caught on to his bullshit.
 
I swear Lou has a fetish for introducing himself. Everyone who follows already knows him and he’s already made quite the name for himself. Why bother introducing yourself again and again unless you enjoy it somehow.

I think Lou romanticizes having a fresh start, but the irony is; with the way he behaves, he will never have one because he has no drive to work towards a decent future for himself. Lou is a horror story in atrophy, people who do nothing in life just become empty shells. Horrifying.
 
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